ensōlilic jeo wrote this at 2:15 pm • Filed under Breakaway Neurons •

the universe is your soul
and the void is to know
why lines go on spiraling
on an endless sweet roll

this moment is your skin
and my light is brightly unseen
when our time and space explode
blues, blacks and grays between

a crisp saturday morning
your circles on my fingertips
how we ended up in murmurs
and prayers over bruised lips

the motion is unending
the world is unforgiving
these wrongs, these rights
your universe, my void, our life.